"Two bags are enough." Dexter said as he watched the little girl drink the second bag as if she hadn't eaten for days.
She threw the bag to a corner and looked at him while breathing ruggedly.
"More."
Dexter could see her bright golden pupils, but her scelera was black so he sighed as he then looked at her.
"Your mom." He mumbled.
Those words seemed to reach her as her eyes went back to normal and she looked around.
"Where?" She mumbled while looking around.
"She's gone. But whenever you feel that... that feeling that you have to drink more, just think about your mom." Dexter smiled and patted her head.
Lily grabbed her head and squealed and Dexter immediately tensed up.
"Just little pats? Are you okay?" He asked worryingly.
She came back to normal a few sexonds later and then looked at him.
"So what do we do now?" She asked as she looked up at him.
"What happened?" He asked as he was worried for her.
